The Lost Art Of Kissing • 06.09.09
I remember my first kiss, it was in a pizzaria with a spanish girl. I was very nervous as hell, mainly because we had been talking about kissing each other for 2 weeks. Until we actually decided to lip lock at her friends birthday party. The moment came, and I think I did okay! Since that moment, me and my big ole soup coolers were a kissing machine. Girlfriend after girlfriend would get kissed and kissed some more. Until about 10th grade, and a few things started to happen.



